Once a thief, always a thief....
Starter for @fvyvko
Sitting on the edge of his coffee table in his dimly lit living room Hajoon sighs deeply letting his head fall into his hands, exhaustion weighing him down just as heavy as his thoughts. He had promised himself that he wouldn’t let it get to him, that he wouldn’t come home and cry over it. Having dealt with all kinds of asshole CEO’s and upper management he should be used to the humiliation that can comes with presenting an idea to a room full of know-it-alls however, this time was different.
This time was personal and he just couldn’t shake the sadness settling inside at the comments made about him like he wasn’t standing right there dead center. Cruel. How can any one person have so much hatred in their heart? Having tough skin in his industry is important but sometimes.....Sometimes. He just can’t take it.
Taking a few deep breathes to ground himself he slowly gets to his feet and looks around his living room at the various plants occupying the shelves and hanging from the ceiling. Work. Even though his day was crumbling around him he still had business to attend to. The garden wasn’t going to water itself and as much as he wanted to wallow in his own pity, the daffodils would notice his absence. His flowers are enamored with his company. No one believes it but he’s so sure of it by the way they bloom so vibrantly days after he visits.
Huffing softly in amusement at the thought he wanders around his apartment gather various items he’ll need. Letting the prospect of a distraction lift his mood a bit before he heads the garden with his bucket of tools in hand. Just as he rounds the corner leading onto the rooftop through the window he notices a figure crouching in his garden. At first he just stands there shocked with his mouth hanging open, all this time he had been thinking the birds were eating his plants. Birds. Not a person. Yet here they are shamelessly digging around like a squirrel. Gathering his wits he smirked thoroughly amused by the fact. Busted. Quietly stepping up to the door he gently opens it knowing from personal experience that the garden was to far to hear.
“And just what are you doing in my garden?” He says loud and clear across the roof cocking a brow, genuinely curious.